I did not know you can get a blister through a glove. Now I know.
I tried to bundle the sticks out front left from the downed oaks (makes me picture oaks covered in feathers, eh). Got the pile about half done. Uncovered the buried firewood size chunks that are about twelve inches across. One neighbor already helped himself after asking. I have about a dozen stumps left for Mary one street over because they have a fireplace. We do not.
Sweat of the brow was more like streaming brow. I gotta knit more sweatbands. There was a nice breeze, and cloudy, but, alas, no rain.